From the window on the second floor of the Sui House, you can see Mr. Bakir's house and the grocery store of Karen's family. Without the dark filters of the storm, the scenery of Ore Town was once again bathed in peace.

The water temperature in the bathroom of Boss Dart's house was a little cold, and the shampoo made me feel a little itchy, but I decisively closed my mouth and honestly took a shower before going rude.

And if you think about itchy scalp water is too cold, it is a bit embarrassing to say it.

"Marcus, I cleaned and ironed your clothes, so I put them on the head of the bed~"

Lin's cheerful voice came from outside, as if no dirty work would ruin her good mood. She actually restored my dirty clothes to neatness in such a short time.

"Wow, thank you Lin! You are really a versatile housework!"

I temporarily turned off the shower in the bathroom, yelled to express my gratitude to the outside, and quickly washed the foam on my head, and then announced to the residents that the pest was resolved.

Lin seemed to have circled around the room, then approached the door and complained: "Be careful next time, have you fallen into the ditch of Mount Mades? Why are you covered in sewage and mud?"

I said apologetically through the door: "Thank you for your hard work, I will be careful next time."

Lin didn't pursue it much. After talking to me about the skills of placing things in the ranch house, she jumped downstairs.

Hum? Why did Lin know that I put a bunch of messy things in the house?

Could it be that Lin was helping me clean the house during the period when I was missing?

Oops, this love is too great. I don’t know which one she likes if I promise myself or if I am a cow or a horse in my next life.

After a while, an anxious step rushed out of the room. After a thud of downstairs, there was another sound of climbing up the stairs. Then only a young voice suddenly sounded.

"Marcus! Sorry, I've overslept! I promised to raise supplies in the morning and go up the mountain, I'll prepare now!"

Cliff pushed the door open and probably bowed to me in a panic at the door to apologize, but this fool must have forgotten that I could not see anything inside.

The door of the bathroom opened a crack and I stretched out a hand from it, "Don't talk about those useless things, give me the clothes beside the bed."

"Oh... OK!"

After changing my clothes, I wiped my face again, and then I walked out with a refreshed look, but when I saw Cliff's dressing up, I almost got excited.

"What are you planning to raise in your pajamas and pajamas?"

Cliff said awkwardly: "Sorry, I was actually preparing supplies last night, but something happened..."

I sat on the chair in the room and put my hand in front of my chin, "What's the accident?"

Cliff said pitifully: "Last night, I found Old Sebala in the tavern and hoped that he would help build the tools you mentioned. As a result, he said that he would agree only if he had won the drink, and I would..."

My Fuxi, why does this old man have him everywhere?

"Sebala is a shit-stopper in the ore town. If you appear, you will either die or be injured. Be sure to stay away from him when doing serious things in the future!" I warned seriously.

Cliff also nodded seriously, and then asked me carefully: "Sheriff... Is your metaphor inappropriate? If Sebala is a messenger, then everyone in the town..."

I was furious: "My mother, you just talk too much!"

Cliff quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. Seeing that I had no further action, he continued to say, "Sheriff, then I will continue to collect supplies. Wait for me and I promise to complete it before dark..."

"It's all right now, I'm done with Kiel... Do you still want to go and have a drink with Sebala?"

The young Cliff said seriously: "No, I actually beat Sebala when I drank yesterday!"

"... Then why are you drunk until now?"

Cliff said embarrassedly: "After losing to me, Old Sebala said she wanted to duel with me. I was hit on the head with a stick and fainted..."

I asked me that Sebala was too slandered. As an old drunkard, he couldn't beat the other party, so he used the glorious fighting tradition of the drunkard to bring down this simple young man.

It is a lesson for the world to win over Cliff, who can even drink alcohol.

Old Sebala who can't drink it and physically knock down Cliff is a human devil.

As the sheriff of the Ore Town, should I come out to be fair and arrest him for two days?

…………

"Let me out! Marcus, let me out!"

I easily controlled it and threw it into the detention room of the police station.

"Let you go? If you don't commit suicide, how can the law in this small town be in the face?"

"I didn't break the law! You must have made a mistake! I'm just an ordinary old man!"

"Hmph, you only think it's a misunderstanding? The crime you committed last night was reported to me by a righteous partner. Even your relatives are unwilling to shelter you, so don't argue anymore!"

When he heard that I was here to arrest Sebala, his grandson, Gray, who was unwilling to be named, acted deeply and opened the door to provide a rope to help the officer bring the prisoner to justice from the bedroom.

If Sebala usually drinks and is crazy about drinking, it would be fine. Of course, there are justice partners like Boss Dart who came out to punish him. But this time he actually attacked Cliff in the form of a gambling battle, which is too much...

You guys come and judge, how can you gamble?

Must be arrested!

"As a great man, a poor man, a poor man, a poor man! Sebala, this police officer announced that you committed an unavoidable crime in Boss Dart's tavern last night. You will immediately detain in the police station. When the chicken at the door has finished eating Mishan, the dog has finished eating Mishan, and Qin Que has updated the Dark Sword 22, you can only be released!"

I sent a declaration of justice and taught this disrespectful guy in front of me a lesson.

Hearing this sentence, Sebala, who was tied into a quilt, started to wriggle like a ruler, and her mouth screamed like a pig: "No! I have diabetes, hypertension, heart disease, chronic gastritis, bronchitis, Alzheimer's disease, depression and anxiety! I requested medical parole! Medical parole!"

“…Medical parole?”

My eyes rolled, and I hesitated for a while and nodded, "It seems that it makes sense for you to say this..."

"That's right! Let me out!"

Sebala shouted in surprise.

I shook my fingers and said, "It is definitely not possible to release directly. I'll go and invite Doctor Dot to treat you and provide you with twenty-four hours of real-time care."

Sebala was stunned and opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

I said caringly: "I heard that Doctor Dot has developed a lot of new drugs in the past two days, and is missing experimental subjects. I asked him to bring them here to help you treat these stubborn diseases! Maybe your detention is over here and all the old problems will be cured!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sebala, who was still restless just now, rolled on the ground and rolled into the detention room without saying a word facing the wall.

I asked curiously, "Old Sebala, why are you not talking?"

Sebala's voice was extremely energetic: "No need to hire a doctor, the police officer, I feel that I am very good and healthy now... I will sleep here. When the time comes, just remember to call me..."

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It took me a little time to punish the unscrupulous drunkard, but it was still smooth overall. It was a gratifying thing that the long-desolate Ore Town Police Department opened again.

I sighed and thought that the last time this detention room opened, I was arrested myself...

In order to provide cell utilization, I feel that I can fully enrich the place and often catch some people to live here to relieve the housing pressure in the town!

As long as the town’s profiteers, drunkards, illegal human testers, charlatans, escaped gay men, and wanted federal criminals turn in turn, the police station will become a tourist destination full of talents and good-sounding words, so that they can completely fall in love with it.

...After saying that with this statistics, there are so many suspicious guys hidden in the town of Lang Qiankun. Is it really okay to do this? Do I, the sheriff, bear an unshirkable responsibility?

Think about it carefully, I still can't do this for the sake of the teenagers in the town.

These people are too toxic, and it seems simple to create an exclusive vacation area for these people, but if an ordinary prisoner is caught in for stealing his mobile phone for a few days, he may have cheated and cheated after he goes out.

I don't want to be the first director of Arkham Nursing Home.

"The mission of rectifying the public security of Ore Town is still a long way to go..."

I sighed, took out the key and locked the door of the detention room and was about to leave when I suddenly remembered the newly moved neighbor upstairs.

Mr. Bakir's daughter, Mary, brought a lot of books to turn the second floor into a small town library.

A day passed, and I don’t know what the upstairs are like now? I’d simply go up and take a look.

The beech guardrail stairs are durable and have extremely meticulous workmanship. After experiencing the baptism of time and neglecting maintenance, only a small area of ​​paint removal occurred. As my steps moved, I easily walked up to the second floor and came to the upper space of the duplex structure.

What surprised me was that yesterday was extremely chaotic and the second floor, which was scattered with books, had now been completely renewed.

The books sorted out in categories are neatly arranged on two large bookshelfs, filling all the empty walls. In the other places, other spaces are used in stacking and combinations, and other spaces in the house are also filled with different types of books.

Books are placed in green plants, home handrails, corners of stairs, and on the terrace. Although they are distributed everywhere, they are rarely designed with exquisite spaces, which makes people scattered but not messy, making people look pleasing to the eye and reflects superb artistic attainments.

What’s even more interesting is that on the floor in the center of the room, books were scattered into a dense mountain of books, as conspicuous as a pile of books collapsed on the ground.

This scene looks like a joke about a child pushing down the bookshelf, but Mr. Bakir is a university professor who is fake, and Mary is a real literature student. How could she play such a prank trick? So this design must have a profound meaning.

As a wild art appreciation master, such a puzzle cannot defeat me at all - by the way, Ridder Man gets out of Gotham!

A single or two scattered books are of course nothing, just like a single planet in the universe, such as the sun, the moon, the earth, and billions of stars. And when they are combined, they form the mysterious and boundless universe in which we live.

In such a scene of repeated transformation, it represents the interconnection of the vast knowledge of books, and uses special symbols to refer to the mystery of the universe, entering a state of stereotyped and repetitive sublimation.

It’s amazing! It’s really amazing!

At this moment, the bright sunlight shone through the window and projected on the desk beside the window. A pot of flowers and plants that were caring for were placed on it, and it was obvious that it was Mr. Bakir's love.

The warm sunlight illuminates the entire space, making people feel a sense of warmth. On this hot afternoon, I felt a rare laziness and comfort. I just wanted to take a leisure book and make a cup of black tea, and spend the whole day comfortably in this pleasing library, and wait until the sun sets and then go home drunk.

I found a place to sit down, leaned against the wall, faced with the blue sky and white clouds, and prepared to pass the boring afternoon.

I picked up a stack of books around me, but as soon as I read the title, I read it casually.

"If you don't come, how dare I grow old?" If you don't come, how can I be old?" If I'm not brave, who will be strong for me?" If you don't brave, who will be strong for you?" If you don't leave me, I will depend on each other in life and death... Good guy, this person has changed too quickly. What do you want! This series of books was named from Guo Degang, right?"

This stack of books is placed closest to the desk, and it is undoubtedly the books that Mary often reads, which makes me a little doubtful of her taste.
To be continued...